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Whose gloomy mansion nor the rising Sun, | Earth, fruits, and flowers, he represents in dreams, Nor setting, visits, nor the lightsome noon: And solid rocks unmov'd, and running streams: But lazy vapours round the region fly,

These three to kings and chiefs their scenes display, Perpetual twilight, and a doubtful sky;

The rest before th’ ignoble commons play: No crowing cock does there his wings display, Of these the chosen Morpheus is dispatch'd : Nor with his horny bill provoke the day :

Which done, the lazy monarch overwatch'd Nor watchful dogs, nor the more wakeful geese, Down from his propping elbow drops his head, Disturb with nightly noise the sacred peace : Dissolvid in sleep, and sbrinks within his bed. Nor beast of Nature, nor the tame are nigh,

Darkling the demon glides for flight prepard, Nor trees with tempests rock'd, nor human cry; So soft that scarce his fanning wings are heard. But safe repose without an air of breath

To Trachin, swift as thought, the fitting shade Dwells here, and a dumb quiet next to death. Through air his momentary journey made : An arm of Lethe, with a gentle flow

Then lays aside the steerage of his wings, Arising upwards from the rock below,

Forsakes his proper form, assumes the king's; The palace moats, and o'er the pebbles creeps, And pale as death, despoil'd of his array, And with soft murmurs calls the coming Sleeps; Into the queen's apartment takes his way, Around its entry nodding poppies grow,

And stands before the bed at dawn of day: And all cool simples that sweet rest bestow; Unmov'd his eyes, and wet his beard appears; Night from the plants their sleepy virtue drains, And shedding vain, but seeming real tears; And passing sheds it on the silent plains :

The bring water dropping from his bairs; No door there was th' unguarded house to keep, Then staring on her, with a ghastly look On creaking hinges turn'd, to break his sleep: And hollow voice, he thus the queen bespoke:

But in the gloomy court was rais'd a bed, “Know'st thou not me! Not yet, unhappy wife? Stuff'd with black plumes, and on an ebon-sted : Or are my features perish'd with my life? Black was the covering too, where lay the god Look once again, and for thy husband lost, And slept supine, his limbs display'd abroad : Lo all that's left of him, thy husband's ghost ! About his head fantastic visions fly,

Thy vows for my return were all in vain; Which various images of things supply, .

The stormy south o'ertook us in the main ; And mock their forms; the leaves on trees not And never shalt thou see thy living lord again. more,

Bear witness, Heaven, I call'd on thee in death, Nor bearded ears in fields, nor sands upon the shore. And while I call'd, a billow stopp'd my breath :

The virgin, entering bright, indulg'd the day Think not that flying Fame reports my fate; To the brown cave, and brush'd the dreams away: I present, I appear, and my own wreck relate. The god, disturb’d with his new glare of light Rise, wretched widow, rise, nor undeplor'd Cast sudden on his face, unseal’d his sight, Permit my ghost to pass the Stygian ford : And rais'd his tardy head, which sunk again, But rise, prepard, in black, to mourn thy peAnd sinking on his bosom knock'd his chin:

rish'd lord.” At length shook off himself; and ask'd the dame, Thus said the player-god; and, adding art (And asking yawn'd) for what intent she came? Of voice and gesture, so perform'd his part,

To whom the goddess thus: “O sacred Rest, She thought (so like her love the shade appears) Sweet pleasing sleep, of all the powers the best! That Ceyx spake the words, and Ceyx shed the O peace of mind, repairer of decay,

[day,

tears. Whose balms renew the limbs to labours of the She groan'd, her inward soul with grief opprest, Care shuns thy soft approach, and sullen flies She sigh'd, she wept; and sleeping beat her breast: Adorn a dream, expressing human form, [away! Then stretch'd her arms t embrace his body bare, The shape of him who suffer'd in the storm, Her clasping arms enclose but empty air: And send it flitting to the Trachin court,

At this not yet awake she cry'd, “ Oh stay, The wreck of wretched Ceyx to report :

One is our fate, and common is our way!” Before his queen bid the pale spectre stand, So dreadful was the dream, so loud she spoke, Who begs a vain relief at Juno's hand.”

That, starting sudden up, the slumber broke; She said, and scarce awake her eyes could keep, Then cast her eyes around in hope to view Unable to support the fumes of sleep:

Her vanisti'd lord, and find the vision true : But fled returning by the way she went,

For now the maids, who waited her commands, And swerv'd along her bow with swift ascent. Ran in with lighted tapers in their hands. The god, uneasy till he slept again,

Tir'd with the search, not finding what she seeks, Resolv'd at once to rid himself of pain;

With cruel blows she pounds her blubber'd cheeks: And, though against his custom, call'd aloud, Then from her beaten breast the linen tare, Exciting Morpheus from the sleepy crowd: And cut the golden caul that bound her hair. Morpheus of all his numerous train express'd Her nurse demands the cause; with louder cries The shape of man, and imitated best;

She prosecutes her griefs, and thus replies. The walk, the words, the gesture, could supply, “No more Alcyone, she suffer'd death The habit mimic, and the mien belie;

With her lov'd lord, when Ceyx lost his breath : Plays well, but all his action is confin'd;

| No flattery, no false comfort, give me none, Extending not beyond our human kind.

| My shipwreck'd Ceyx is for ever gone;
Another birds, and beasts, and dragons apes, | I saw, I saw him manifest in view,
And dreadful images, and monster shapes: | His voice, his figure, and his gestures knew :
This demon, Icelos, in Heaven's high hall

His lustre lost, and every living grace,
The gods have nam'd; but men Phobeter call: Yet I retain'd the features of his face; shair,
A third is Phantasus, whose actions roll

Though with pale cheeks, wet beard, and drooping On meaner thoughts, and things devoid of soul; None but my Ceyx could appear so fair :

I would have straiu'd him with a strict embrace, | A bird new-made about the banks she plies, But through my arms he slipt, and vanish'd from | Nor far from shore, and short excursions tries; the place:

Nor seeks in air her humble flight to raise,
There, ev'n just there he stood ;" and as she spoke, | Content to skim the surface of the seas;
Where last the spectre was, she cast her look: Her bill, though slender, sends a creaking noise,
Fain would she hope, and gaz'd upon the ground And imitates a lamentable voice:
If any printed footsteps might be found.

Now lighting where the bloodless body lies,
Then sigh'd and said: “This I too well foreknew, She with a funeral note renews her cries.
And my prophetic fear presag'd too true :

At all her stretch her little wing she spread, 'Twas what I begg'd, when with a bleeding heart And with her feather'd arms embrac'd the dead : I took my leave, and suffer'd thee to part,

Then, thickering to his pallid lips, she strove Or I to go along, or thou to stay,

To print a kiss, the last essay of love :
Never, ah never to divide our way!

Whether the vital touch reviv'd the dead,
Happier for me, that all our hours assign'd Or that the moving waters rais'd his head
Together we had liv'd; ev'n not in death dis- To meet the kiss, the vulgar doubt alone;
So bad my Ceyx still been living here, Ljoin'd! | For sure a present miracle was shown.
Or with my Ceyx I had perish'd there:

The gods their shapes to winter-birds translate, Now I die absent in the vast profound;

But both obnoxious to their former fate,
And me without myself the seas have drown'd: Their conjugal affection still is ty'd,
The storms were not so cruel; should I strive And still the mournful race is multiply'd;
To lighten life, and such a grief survive;

They bill, they tread; Alcyone compress'd
But neither will I strive, nor wretched thee

Seven days sits brooding on her floating nest: In death forsake, but keep thee company. A wintery queen: her sire at length is kind, If not one common sepulchre contains

Calms every storm, atid hushes every wind : Our bodies, or one ura our last remains,

Prepares his empire for his daughter's ease, Yet Ceyx and Alcyone shall join,

And for his hatching nephews sinooths the seas, Their names remember'd in one common line."

No farther voice her mighty grief affords, For sighs come rushing in betwixt her words, And stopt her tongue; but what her tongue deny'd, ÆSACUS transformed into a CORMORANT. Soft tears and groans, and dumb complaints supply'd.

FROM THE ELEVENTH BOOK OF 'Twas morning; to the port she takes her way,

OVID'S METAMORPHOSES. And stands upon the margin of the sea : That place, that very spot of ground she sought, | These some old man sees wanton in the air, ' Or thither by her destiny was brought,

| And praises the unhappy constant pair. Where last he stood : and while she sadly said, Then to his friend the long-neck'd cormorant

Twas here he left me, lingering bere delay'd The former tale reviving others woes : [shows,
His parting kiss; and there his anchors weigh'd ; “ That sable bird,” he cries, " which cuts the flood
Thus speaking, while her thoughts past actions With slender legs, was once of royal blood;
trace,

His ancestors from mighty Trus proceed,
And call to mind, admonish'd by the place, The brave Laomedon, and Ganymede
Sharp at ber utmost ken she cast her eyes,

(Whose beauty tempted Jove to steal the boy), And somewhat floating from afar descries;

And Priam, hapless prince! who fell with Troy: It seem'd a corpse adrift, to distant sight,

Himself was Hector's brother, and (had Fate But at a distance who could judge aright?

But given this hopeful youth a longer date) It wasted nearer yet, and then she knew

Perhaps had rival'd warlike Hector's worth, That what before she but surmis'd, was true: Though on the mother's side of meaner birth; A corpse it was, but whose it was, unknown,

Fair Alyxothoë, a country maid, Yet mov'd, howe'er, she made the case her own:

Bare Æsacus by stealth in Ida's shade Took the bad omen of a shipwreck'd man,

He fled the noisy town, and pompous court,
As for a stranger wept, and thus began :

Lov'd the lone hills, and simple rural sport,
“ Poor wretch, on stormy seas to lose thy life, And seldom to the city would resort,
Unhappy thou, but more thy widow'd wife !" Yet he no rustic clownishness profest,
At this she pausd; for now the flowing tide Nor was soft love a stranger to his breast:
Had brought the body nearer to the side:

The youth had long the nymph Hesperia woo'd,
The more she looks, the more her fears increase, Oft through the thicket or the mead pursu'd :
At nearer sizht; and she's herself the less : | Her haply on her father's bank he spy'd,
Now driven askore, and at her feet it lies,

While fearless she her silver tresses dry'd; She knows too much, in knowing whom she sees: Away she fled: not stags with half such speed, Her husband's corpse ; at this sbe loudly shrieks, Before the prowling wolf, scud o'er the mead; “ Tis he, 'tis he,” she cries, and tears her checks, | Not ducks, when they the safer flood forsake, Her hair, her vest, and, stooping to the sands, Pursu'd by hawks, so swift regain the lake. About his neck she cast her trembling hands. As fast he follow'd in the hot career: "And is it thus, o dearer than my life,

Desire the lover wing'd, the virgin fear. Thus, thus return'st thou to thy longing wife!” | A snake unseen now pierc'd her heedless foot; Stie said, and to the neighbouring mole she strode Quick through the veins the venom'd juices shoot: (Rais'd there to break th' incursions of the food): | She fell, and 'scap'd by death his fierce pursuit. Headlong from hence to plunge herself she springs, Her lifeless body, frighted, he embrac'd, But shoots along supported on her wings;

And cry'd, Not this I dreaded, but thy baste:

O had my love been less, or less thy fear! | And, in the leafy suminit, spy'd a nest,
The victory thus bought is far too dear.

Which, o'er her callow young, a sparrow press d.
Accursed snake! yet I more curs'd than he! Eight were the birds unflcdg'd; their mother flew,
He gave the wound; the cause was given by me. And hover'd round her care; but still in view :
Yet none shall say, that unreveng'd you dy'd. Till the fierce reptile first devour'd the brood;
He spoke; then climb'd a cliff's o'er-hanging side, Then seiz'd the fluttering dam, and drank her
And, resolute, leap'd on the foaming tide.

This dire ostent the fearful people view; [blood. Tethys receiv'd him gentiy on the wave;

Calchas alone, by Phoebus taught, forcknew The death be sought deny'd, and feathers gave. What Heaven decreed: and with a smiling glance, Debarr'd the surest remedy of grief,

Thus gratulates to Greece her happy chance, And fored to live, be curst th' unask'd relief. “ O Argives, we shall conquer; Troy is ours, Then on his airy pinions upward fies,

But long delays shall first afflict our powers : And at a second fall successless tries :

Nine years of labour, the nine birds porta nd; The downy plume a quick descent denies.

The tenth shall in the town's destruction end." Enrag'd, he often dives beneath the wave,

The serpent, who his maw obscene had filld, And there in vain expects to find a grave.

The branches in his curl'd embraces held: His ceaseless sorrow for th' unhappy maid

But, as in spires he stood, he turn'd to stone: Meager'd his look, and on bis spirits prey'd. The stony snake retain'd the figure still his own." Still near the sounding deep he lives; his name Yet not for this the wind-bound navy weigh'd; From frequent diving and emerging came.” Slack were their sails; and Neptune disobey'd.

Some thought him loth the town should be

destroy'd,

Whose building had his hands divine employ'd: THE TWELFTH BOOK OF

Not so the secr: who knew, and known foreshow'd,

The virgin Phæbe with a virgin's blood
OVID'S METAMORPHOSES.

Must first be reconcil'd; the common cause
Wholly translated.

Prevail'd; and, pity yielding to the laws,
Fair Ipbigenia, the devoted maid,

Was, by the weeping priests, in linen robes array'd; Connection to the end of the Eleventh Book.

All mourn her fate; but no relief appear'd : Esacus, the son of Priam, loving a country life. The royal victim bound, the knise already reard:

forsakes the court : living obscurely, he falls in When that offended power, who caus'd their woe, love with a nymph; who, flying from him, was Relenting ceas'd her wrath; and stopp'd the comkilled by a serpent; for grief of this, he would jug blow. bare drowned himself; but, by the pity of the A mist before the ministers she cast; gods, is turned into a cormorant. Priam, not And, in the virgin's room, a hind she plac'd. hearing of Æsacus, believes him to be dead, and | Th' oblation slain, and Phoebe ru'oncil'd, raises a tomb to preserve his memory. By this The storm was hush'd, and dimpled Ocean smil'd: transition, wbich is one of the finest in all Ovid, | A favourable gale arose from shore, the poet naturally falls into the story of the Which to the port desir'd the Grecian galley's bore. Trojan war, which is summed up, in the present Full in the midst of this created space, [place book, but so very briefly, in many places, that Betwixt Heaven, Earth, and Skies, there stands a Ovid seems more short than Virgil, contrary to Confining on all three; with triple bound; his usual style. Yet the house of Fame, which Whence all things, though remote, are view'd is here described, is one of the most beautiful around, pieces in the whole Metamorphoses. The fight | And thither bring their undulating sound. of Achilles and Cygnus, and the fray betwixt The palace of loud Fame; her seat of power; the Lapithæ and Centaurs, vield to no other plac'd on the summit of a lofty tower ; part of this poet: and particularly the loves A thousand winding entries, long and wide, and death of Cyllarus and Hylonome, the male Receive of fresh reports a flowing tide. and female Centaur, are wonderfully moving. | A thousand crannies in the walls are made;

Nor gate por bars exclude the busy trade.

'Tis built of brass, the better to diffuse Prsam, to whom the story was unknown,

The spreading sounds, and multiply the news; As dead, deplor'd his metamorphos'd son:

Where echoes in repeated echoes play: A cenotaph his name and title kept, [wept. A mart for ever full, and open night and day. And Hector round the tomb, with all his brothers Nor silence is within, nor voice express, This pious office Paris did not share;

But a deaf noise of sounds that never cease; Absent alone, and author of the war,

Confus'd, and chiding, like the hollow roar Which, for the Spartan queen, the Grecians drew Of tides, receding from th'insulted shore: T avenge the rape, and Asia to subdue.

Or like the broken thunder, heard from far, A thousand ships were mann'd, to sail the sea : When Jove to distance drives the rolling war. Nor had their just resentments found delay,

The courts are fill'd with a tumultuous din Had not the winds and waves oppos'd their way. Of crouds, or issuing forth, or entering in : At Aulis, with united powers, they meet;

A thoroughfare of news : where some devise But there, cross wind or calms detain'd the fleet. Things never heard; some mingle truth with lies:

Now, while they raise an altar on the shore, The troubled air with empty sounds they beat; And Jove with solemn sacrifice adore ;

Intent to hear, and eager to repeat. A boding sign the priests and people see:

Errour sits brooding there; with added train A snake of size immense ascends a tree,

Of vain credulity, and joys as vain :

Suspicion, with sedition join'd, are near; . Twice Teleplus employ'd their piercing steci, And rumours rais'd, and murinurs mix'd, and pa To wound him first, and afterward to heal. nic fear.

The vigour of this arm was never vain : Fame sits aloft; and sees the subject ground, And that my wonted prowess I retain, And seas about, and skies above; inquiring all Witness these heaps of slaughter on the plain." around.

He said, and doubtful of his former deeds, The goddess gives th'alarm; and soon is known To some new trial of his force proceeds. The Grecian fleet, descending on the town.

He chose Menætes from among the rest; Fix'd on defence, the Trojans are not slow

At him he lanch'd his spear, and pierc'd his breast: 'To guard their shore from an expected foe.

On the hard earth the Lycian knock'd his head, They meet in fight: by Hector's fatal hand

And lay supine; and forth the spirit Aed, Protesilaus falls, and bites the strand,

Then thus the hero: “ Neither can I blame Which with expense of blood the Grecians won: The hand, or javelin; both are still the same, And prov'd the strength unknown of Priam's son. The same I will employ against this foe; And to their cost the Trojan leaders felt

And wish but with the same success to throw." The Grecian heroes, and what deaths they dealt. So spoke the chief; and while he spoke he threw; From these first onsets, the Sigæan shore

The weapon with unerring fury few, Was strew'd with carcases, and stain'd with gore: At his left shoulder aim'd: nor entrance found; Neptunian Cygnus troops of Greeks had slain; But back, as from a rock, with swift rebound , Achilles in bis car had scour'd the plain,

Harmless return'd: a bloody mark appear'd,
And clear'd the Trojan ranks: where'er he fought, which with false joy the flatter'd hero cheer'd.
Cygnus, or Hector, through the fields he sought: Wound there was none; the blood that was in
Cygnus he found; on him his force essay'd :

view,
For Hector was to the tenth year delay'd. syoke, The lance before from slain Menætes drew.
His white-man'd steeds, that bow'd beneath the Headlong he leaps from off his lofty car,
He cheer'd to courage, with a gentle stroke;

And in close fight on foot renews the war.
Then urg'd his fiery chariot on the foe :

Raging with high disdain, repeats his blows; And, rising, shook his lance, in act to throw. Nor shield nor armour can their force oppose; But first he cry'd, “O youth, be proud to bear

Huge cantlets of his buckler strew the ground, Thy death, enobled by Pelides' spear.”

And no defence in his bor'd arms is found.
The land pursued the voice without delay; But on his flesh no wound or blood is seen;
Nor did the whizzing weapon miss the way, The sword itself is blunted on the skin.
But pierc'd his cuirass, with such fury sent,

This vain attempt the chief no longer bears ; And sign'd his bosom with a purple dint.

But round bis hollow temples and his ears At this the seed of Neptune; “ Goddess-born, His buckler beats: the son of Neptune, stunn'd For ornament, not use, these arms are worn; With these repeated buffets, quits bis ground; This helm, and heavy buckler, I can spare,

A sickly sweat succeeds, and shades of night; As only decorations of the war:

Inverted Nature swims before his sight : So Mars is arm'd for glory, not for need.

Th'insulting victor presses on the more, 'Tis somewhat more from Neptune to proceed,

And treads the steps the vanquish'd trod before, Than from a daughter of the sea to spring : Nor rest, nor respite gives. A stone there lay Thy sire is mortal; mine is ocean's king.

Behind his trembling foe, and stopp'd his way: ' Secure of death, I should contemn thy dart, Achilles took the advantage which he found, i Though naked, and impassable depart:"

O'er-turn'd, and push'd him backward on the He said, and threw: the trembling weapon pass'd

ground. Through nine bull -hides, each under other plac'd,

His buckler held him under, while he press'd, On his broad shield, and stuck within the last. | With both his knees above, bis panting breast. Achilles wrench'd it out; and sent again

| Unlac'd bis helm : about his chin the twist The hostile gift : the hostile gift was vain,

He try'd; and soon the strangled soul dismiss'd, He try'd a third, a tough well-chosen spear;

With eager haste he went to strip the dead; Th'inviolable body stood sincere,

The vanquish'd body from his arms was fled. Though Cygnus then did no defence provide, His sea-god sire, t' immortalize his fame, But, scornful, offer'd his unshielded side.

Had turn'd it to the bird that bears his name. Not otherwise th' impatient hero far'd, i

A truce succeeds the labours of this day, Than as a bull, encompass'd with a guard,

And arms suspended with a long delay. Amid the circus roars : provok'd from far

While Trojan walls are kept with watch and ward; By sight of scarlet, and a sanguine war,

The Grecks before their trenches mount the guard; They quit their ground, his bended horns elude, The feast approach'd; when to the blue-eyed maid In vain pursuing, and in vain pursued.

His vows for Cygnus slain the victor paid,
Before to farther fight he would advance,

And a white heifer on her altar laid.
He stood considering, and survey'd his lance. The reeking entrails on the fire they threw;
Doubts if he wielded not a wooden spear

And to the gods the grateful odour flew : Without a point: he look'd, the point was there. Heaven had its part in sacrifice: the rest “ This is my hand, and this my lance,” he said,

Was broil'd and roasted for the future feast, " By which so many thousand foes are dead. The chief invited guests were set around; O whither is their usual virtue fled ?

And hunger first assuag'd, the bowls were crown'd, I had it once ; and the Lyrnessian wall,

Which in deep draughts their cares and labours And Tenedos, confess'd it in their fall.

drown'd. Thy streams, Caicus, roll'd a crimson food: The mellow harp did not their ears employ, And Thebes ran red with her own natives blood. | And mute was all the warlike symphony;

Discourse, the food of souls, was their delight, Glad of the gift, the new-made warrior goes;
And pleasiny chat prolong'd the summer's night. And arms among the Greeks, and longs for equal
The subject, deeds of arms, and valour shown,

foes. Or on the Trojan side, or on their own.

“ Now brave Pirithous, bold Ixion's son, Of dangers undertaken, fame achiev'd,

The love of fair Hippodame had won. They talk'd by turns; the talk by turns reliev'd. The cloud-begotten race, half men, half beast, What things but these could fierce Achilles tell, Invited, came to grace the nuptial feast: Or what could fierce Achilles hear so well ?

In a cool cave's recess the treat was made, The last great act perform’d, of Cygnus slain, | Whose entrance trees with spreading boughs o'er. Did most the martial audience entertain :

shade.

(came, Wondering to find a body, free by fate

They sate : and, summond by the bridegroom, From steel, and which could ev'n that steel rebate : To mix with those, the Lapithean name : Amaz'd their admiration they renew;

Nor wanted I: the roofs with joy resound : And scarce Pelides could believe it true.

And Hymen, lö Hymen, rung around. Then Nestor thus; “What once this age has Rais'd altars shone with holy fires; the bride, In fated Cygnus, and in him alone,

| Lovely herself (and lovely by her side These eyes have seen in Cæneus long before, A bevy of bright nymphs, with sober grace), Whose body not a thousand swords could bore. Came glittering like a star, and took her place: Cæneus, in courage, and in strength, excell'd, Her heavenly form beheld, all wish'd her joy; And still his Othrys with his fame is fill'd : And little wanted, but in vain, their wishes all But what did most bis martial deeds adorn,

employ. (Though since he chang'd his sex) a woman born." “For one, most brutal of the brutal blood, A novelty so strange, and full of fate,

Or whether wine or beauty fir'd his blood, His listening audience ask'd him to relate.

Or both at once, beheld with lustful eyes Achilles thus commends their common suit: The bride; at once resolv'd to make his prize, “ O father, first for prudence in repute,

Down went the board; and, fastening on her hair, Tell with that eloquence so much thy own, He seiz'd with sudden force the frighted fair. What thou hast heard, or what of Cæneus known. 'Twas Eurytus began : bis bestial kind What was he, whence his change of sex begun, His crime pursued; and each as pleas'd his mind, What trophies, join'd in wars with thee, he won ? Or her, whom chance presented, took: the feast Who conquer'd him, and in what fatal strife An image of a taken town express'd. [rise, The youth, without a wound, could lose his life?' “ The cave resounds with female shrieks; we

Neleides then : “ Though tardy age, and time Mad with revenge, to make a swift reprise: Have shrunk my sinews, and decay'd my prime; And Theseus first; · What frenzy has possess'd, Though much I have forgotten of my store, O Eurytus,' he cry'd, thy brutal breast, Yet not exhausted, I remember more.

To wrong Pirithous, and not him alone, Of all that arms achiev'd, or peace desigu'd, But, while I live, two friends conjoin'd in one ?' That action still is fresher in my mind

To justify his threat, be thrusts aside Than aught beside. If reverend age can give The crowd of Centaurs, and redeems the bride; To faith a sanction, in my third I live.

The monster nought reply'd: for words were vain; “ 'Twas in my second century, I survey'd And deeds could only deeds unjust maintain: Young Cænis, then a fajr Thessalian maid : But answers with his hand; and forward press'd, Cænis the bright was born to high command; With blows redoubled, on his face and breast. A princess, and a native of thy land,

An ample goblet stood, of antique mold, Divine Achilles: every tongue proclaim'd

Aud rough with figures of the rising gold; Her beauty, and her eyes all hearts inflam'd. The hero snatch'd it up, and toss'd in air, Peleus, thy sire, perhaps had sought her bed, Full at the front of the foul ravisher: Among the rest ; but he had either led

He falls; and falling vomits forth a flood Thy mother then, or was by promise ty'd;

Of wine, and foam and brains, and mingled blood. But she to him, and all, alike her love deny'd. Half roaring, and half neighing, through the hall, “It was her fortune once to take her way

Arms, arms,' the double-form'd with fury call, Along the sandy margin of the sea :

To wreak their brother's death: a medley flight The power of ocean view'd her as she pass'd, Of bowls and jars, at first, supply the fight, And, lor'd as soon as seen, by force embrac'd. Once instruments of feasts, but now of Fate: So Fame reports. Her virgin treasure seiz'd, Wine animates their rage, and arms their hate. And his new joys the ravisher so pleas'd,

“ Bold Amycus, from the robb'd vestry brings That thus, transported, to the nymph he cry'd : The chalices of Heaven, and holy things * Ask what thou wilt, no prayer shall be deny'd.' Of precious weight: a sconce that hung on high, This also fame relates: the haughty fair,

With tapers fill'd, to light the sacristy, Who not the rape ev'n of a god could bear,

Torn from the cord, with his unballow'd hand This answer, proud, return'd: 'To mighty wrongs He threw amid the Lapithæan band. A mighty recompense, of right, belongs.

On Celadon the ruin fell; and left Give me no more to suffer such a shame;

His face of feature and of form bereft:
But change the woman, for a better name;

So, when some brawny sacrificer knocks,
One gift for all ;' she said; and while she spoke, Before an altar led, an offer'd ox,
A stern, majestic, manly tone she rook.

His eye-balls rooted out are thrown to ground, A man she was : and as the godhead swore,

His nose dismantled in his mouth is found, To Cæneus turn'd, who Canis was before.

His jaws, cheeks, front, one undistinguish'd wound. To this the lover adds, without request :

“ This Belates, th' avenger, could not brook No force of steel should violate his breast.

But, by the foot, a maple-board he took,

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